“Let me lie next to you. Let my skin speak to your skin in silence.”

Your love tickles down my thighs. Let me take it with my fingers and put it on my mouth. Let me see how you taste.

Love is all about uncertainties. If certainly comes in love, love dies.

I fondled you. You fondled me. I sucked you. You sucked me. And out of nowhere, the rivers began to flow.

I’m like sugar in the coffee. Stir me and I’ll dissolve into you.

I’m like sugar in the coffee. Stir me and I’ll dissolve into you.

Fear is a good doer. It accomplish what love or even hope can’t do.

If its not for the distance, you would be with me under the silken sheets by now. By now the bedsheets would have soaked in out wetness.

Perhaps the best medicine to cure a sad heart is to take a break and go to the mountains without an internet connection.

The heart is foolish perhaps that’s why it falls in love, even after its hurt.

Forgetting is essential for surviving but i can’t survive by forgetting you.

Don’t stop me. Let my tongue massage your moistened tip.

Don’t just sit there looking at me. Come closer my love. Tonight I want you under my sheets.

Let your heat melt me. Let my desires flow down slowly from my thighs into the bedsheet.

There’s still something incomplete tunes between us. Will you come and complete them?

As I comb my hair I find a grey one stands out among all blacks. I’m too like that grey hair, lonely among familiar faces.

You’re the addiction that takes away all my sorrows.

The secret of perfect health lies in keeping the mind always cheerful – never worried, never hurried, never borne down by any fear, thought or anxiety.

We lie loudest when we lie to ourselves.

Someone ought to do it, but why should I? Someone ought to do it, so why not I? Between these two sentences lie whole centuries of moral evolution.

Simplicity lies right in front of you. You can make it as complex as you like.

Your joy lies within you.

Beauty now lies behind some of the deepest of scars where pain once called home.

An excuse is worse and more terrible than a lie; for an excuse is a lie guarded.

Mirrors are used in magic to distort what we see. They are the love child of illusion, lies, tragedy.